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I met a girl in Tennessee she wrote a song, it went to number one Well we sat and had a drink, and she told me how it all had begun One day she's singing in a coffee shop, shot up to the CMA's Oh the world moves fast when you never know the time of day

When your face is pictured on the pages When your name is out there on the scene When your world is quickly rearranging When your pictures are appearing on the pages of the magazines

She said, they started in a van, and then a bus, and then the planes would come And they couldn't eat in restaurants, the bodyguards all had guns Stars and stages, fame and all the love Funny how life looks from above

Well a cold day came when the industry let her down And all the handshakes and promises, buried without a sound Friends she thought she had, like the wind were gone She said I've got to admit it I loved it even though it's done

When your face is pictured on the pages When your name is out there on the scene When your world is quickly rearranging Though your picture's disappearing from the pages of the magazines